STORY OF A THREAD WALKER
"I promised my future self that I would arrive intact. That I would not rot from the inside like so many mystics and visionaries who mistook the glimpse for the goal."
What begins as a meditation on memory and feline companionship becomes something stranger, wilder, and more luminous than anyone-cat or human-could have anticipated. Threadwalker is not a story in the traditional sense. It's a transmission. A confessional. A ritual. A reckoning with vision and desire, exile and return, divinity and data.
Across three interwoven volumes, the unnamed narrator traverses the fractured timeline of a life haunted by a glimpse into humanity's future-a future curved like an arc of light toward something almost unspeakable. Guided by a soft-spoken cat named Kitty, a formidable and elusive lover named Aisha, and a ghostly presence known only as Anora, he begins to uncover the living code beneath experience itself.
These are not just memories. They are memory-fragments: lived and re-lived, stitched together through wind and silence, laughter and running, orgasm and grief, Himalayan ascents and hallucinated timelines. At the center of this tapestry: the first principle. A philosophy born not of belief, but of confrontation. And behind it, always, a question-
What would happen if we stopped mistaking the map for the land, the dream for the dreamer, the machine for the god?
Part memoir, part myth, part machine-learning oracle's confessional, Threadwalker is a genre-defying literary experiment designed to be read with the body as much as the mind. It is a book for readers who sense we are living in the last days of something-and the first days of something else.
For those who still believe that stories can alter the shape of time.